Spitfire Girl, By Brian37(Now transitioning MTF as Jackie Leigh) (Also known as Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Spitfire Girl,

BF-109 , Messerschmitt
Looking to obliterate Britain
But Roberta was certain

Certain to keep her wit
While the barrage of bullets
Made tracers in the sky

The Nazis did so try
To make Roberta die
While doing barrel rolls

In the sky, at the time
Outwardly in other’s eyes
She presented as a guy

But knew in her core
Long before the war
She was not a boy

After Hitler took his own life
Roberta went under the knife
And became what she always knew

A woman through and through
I think this reward was due
She protected me, protected you.

But now in the land of the brave
The narcissist has made a cave
The White House has become a nave

Avoided Nam because of spurs
The 34x felon has some nerve
To tread on transgender rights

Authoritarians she did fight
The pilot lit up the night
So you could sleep free tonight

47 wants a military parade
The desires of a dictator charade
Wearing the medals of his classmate

Cowell would be horrified
At what that bastard has tried
Our rights he has denied

History is on her side
He won’t take our pride
Keep Cowell’s memory alive.
(end)

Trump never served, neither have I. But unlike him, I do not pretend to be something I am not. I could not do what Roberta did, but I am glad she did. Bullies act tough but in the end are always cowards.

There are tons of gay and transgender people who have served in the military either in secret or openly throughout the history of mankind.

Roberta Cowell was born in 1918 died in 2011. In 1936 Cowell, then known as “Robert Cowell” was an aircraft engineer who also attended University Collage London. She in combat missions in WW2 and was a prisoner of war for 5 months after being shot down by Nazi fighters.

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/it-s-easier-to-change-a-body-than-to-change-a-mind-the-extraordinary-life-and-lonely-death-of-roberta-cowell-8899823.html

Barrette, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I saw it in the cosmetic store
A woven bead, tendril gold
Blossoms of diamond cut glass

A $10 dollar trinket
To me, added some class
Of feminine wiles

It gave me smiles
To see the shimmer
To see the sparkle

My manufactured mane
Previously styled and packaged
Seemed particularly plain

Some elegance I sought to gain
Where to place the barrette
Not big enough to be a coronet

Maybe in the back, I could bunch
A little swath to fancy a pony tail
I cant tell, I am new to this trail

This barrette has some weight
I hope it won’t be my fate
For it to fall off, while out

Out shopping, it’s eye popping
Glimmering and bright
Beverly Hills at a bargain price

I will give you due time
Red carpet look
Oh mademoiselle

You took my glance
Will elegance advance
From my thrifty purchase?

500 Piece Puzzle, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs27 on Twitter/X) (Note to reader, I am in the middle of transitioning male to female, my preferred name is Jackie, I am keeping my dead name for poetry purposes only.)

The able body, don’t need a lobby
They don’t need the bars in bath
They don’t need
A slanted sidewalk path

Everything becomes a grand puzzle
When you cant bend, when you cant arch
When you can’t squat,
When you can’t lean

That pen that fell behind the chair
Something up high, to bring it down here
After surgery,
You cannot twist

Into a pretzel, the doctor insists
Don’t cross your legs
Keep your toes straight
Like a flamingo, one leg holds all weight

How do you get,
Food to the table
How do you get out of bed
If you feel you’re not able

The surgery drained you
And it drained you good
As weak as the granny
In Red Riding Hood

Dozens of pills
Up to no good
Too many look similar
In the doctor’s brood

Marionette lost the bet
No strings to support her
Stuck with a sliding walker
Thighs of putty over to fret

Oxy and Tram
Make my legs rubber
Don’t play bumper cars
With that kitchen counter

Shoe laces, charging cord
Cats want to play
And they get bored
To the bed, you are bound

Your house now a labyrinth
Stuck in that cornfield
Every step a potential lego
Off to the E.R. you go

I am at that phase
Where my brain
Is going the speed limit
And my body

Is that rusted Edsel
Acting as if
It rolled off
The factory line

This week I dine
On cheap tv dinners
Full hip surgery
And all of it’s pleasures

Pain my sustenance
Hindering my resilience
Objects become my obstacles
Cords and blankets

Become the tentacles
The Broadway’s beacon
Says “Break a leg”
My surgery side

I hear it beg
Slow down
Slow down
Fragile egg

Relearning
The mundane
For granted, I took
My body complains

I slow down to look
For road hazards
On the floor
I’ve dropped

The cap of a pen
Or water bottle top
Everything’s magnified
Like in the movies

Stretching the hallway
6 feet into a football field
That stubborn dust bunny
In front of me refuses to yield

It laughs at me
“Where’s your reacher
That two pronged grip
If you squat down

You’ll need another trip
To that expensive place
That will take every dime
And make you broke

I had full hip surgery on my right side. I had been preparing for it for a couple of weeks, On top of my transgender issues. Lots of positive in my life and lots of negatives too.

I had to cut off my biological older sister who is a huge transphobe. For some stupid reason she posted an anti abortion post in my DM. It had nothing to do with what we were previously talking about. She was baiting me.

I will try to be on more. But I am recovering from surgery.

Trees, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Trees
Bend in the breeze
When it is brisk
And strong with speed

The mangrove
Palm and pine
Oak, maple
Willow

Wild fires bellow
Burn the bark
They become charcoal
Dying in the dark

The trees are XYY
XXY and XO
Humans are not
A binary show

They have seeds, some acorns
Some are Spinning Jennies
Others pods
And cones or bracts

And the pollen bunched up
On the legs of the bumble bee
The oxygen provided for thee
They’ve always been part of history

The ignorant can never see
The beauty in transgender variety
And they just want to live
Under the sunshine able to give

Their vibrant colors, their joy
But the arsonist wants to destroy
Light the match, in dry switchgrass
Dehumanize them, as unwanted weeds

But they are the oak, the malpe
They lean in the heavy winds
Of the hate filled hurricane
They tear off limbs in the tornado

But they will never break
They will never leave
They will prevail
The bigots will never achieve

Erasing their existence
They will survive with persistence
The storms will come relentless
And they will rise above

Like the redwood

Check The Timing Belt, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X )

He stuck the needle
In my gums
Injected Novocaine
To make me numb

All I could see
Where the tool’s handles
As he twisted
Moving at all, I resisted

Occasional suction
The nurse insisted
Then that crack and crunch
Like the Tootsie pop when hitting the center.

Was he pulling spark plugs?
Where was this auto shop
Popping off that bottle cap
What is a 4 by 4?

I’ve never heard
Of that gauze before
Got his screwdriver
And went in for more

Push and turn
Grip and pull
On my lip
A string of drool

He lowers me down
Like a car on a lift
At the auto shop
At the end of his shift
(end)

Lots of people hate the dentist. I actually love it. I love the Novocaine, it makes me loopy like I am drunk. The needles barely affect me. The only really weird thing for me is hearing the teeth crunch like when you finally break the center of the Tootsie Pop.

All I could see during the process were the various tools, and the handles looked like screw drivers and needle nose pliers. And he lowered me up and down on the exam chair like I was a car on a lift.

There are different size gauze and they gave me what is called “4 by 4 gauze”. And I laughed, I thought she was going to Lowes Home Improvement.

The Queer Patriots, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/Meta and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I am sure you remember
That famous painting
Of George Washington
Crossing the Delaware

Yet few are aware
Of a Prussian man
Who took a stand
And had a plan

To help the founders
Win the Revolutionary War
Bet you’ve never heard
The name Baron Von Steuben before

Franklin recommended
This gay military man
To General George
Who put Steuben in charge

Of helping win the war
There would be more
Who would have a dream
And one would stand

And support Martin Luther King
Though this gay black man’s name
To most does not strike a ring
Bayard Rustin always stood by him

And organized that famous speech
On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial
In the face of the adversarial
It could have meant his burial

This woman was way beyond aerial
Willing to take an orbit in space
She was a cosmic ace
Sally Ride took off into space

And when you are on your cell
Tweeting how LGBTQ will burn in hell
I have one more thing to tell
Lynn Conway is responsible

For that device, so please
Please, please take my advice
Stop being a bigoted asshole
You don’t look all that nice.
(end)

Book Of MagaLoonyians, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

MAGAfest Destiny
Rise of hypocrisy
Ruled by insanity
Driven by vanity

Scared of minorities
Rich white fraternities
Fascist wannabes
Authoritarian fantasies
Selling debunked conspiracies

Alienating our allies
At our borders
And overseas
His supporters too blind to see

He won’t stop
At his enemies
He’ll swat dissent
In his ranks just like fleas

Did you think
This was about eggs
He thinks lower classes
All peasants to him are dregs

Cares not of the Constitution
Out to destroy our institutions
Creating chaotic situations
On decline incineration

We know who they came for
In Germany way before
Speak out speak out
History has warned
(end)

Never stop speaking out. We cannot allow him to destroy our pluralistic democracy.